thy Body, I'll take it out in kindness and in
beating.

_Fred._ Now, Mistress of mine, what do you think of this?

_Flor._ I think he will not-- dares not be so barbarous.

_Fred._ Have a care, _Blunt_, she fetch'd a deep Sigh, she is inamour'd
with thy Shirt and Drawers, she'll strip thee even of that. There are of
her Calling such unconscionable Baggages, and such dexterous Thieves,
they'll flea a Man, and he shall ne'er miss his Skin, till he feels the
Cold. There was a Country-man of ours robb'd of a Row of Teeth whilst he
was sleeping, which the Jilt made him buy again when he wak'd-- You see,
Lady, how little Reason we have to trust you.

_Blunt._ 'Dsheartlikins, why, this is most abominable.

_Flor._ Some such Devils there may be, but by all that's holy I am none
such, I entered here to save a Life in danger.

_Blunt._ For no goodness I'll warrant her.

_Fred._ Faith, Damsel, you had e'en confess the plain Truth, for we are
Fellows not to be caught twice in the same Trap: Look on that Wreck,
a tight Vessel when he set out of Haven, well trim'd and laden, and see
how a Female Piccaroon of this Island of Rogues has shatter'd him, and
canst thou hope for any Mercy?

_Blunt._ No, no, Gentlewoman, come along, adsheartlikins we must be
better acquainted-- we'll both lie with her, and then let me alone to
bang her.

_Fred._ I am ready to serve you in matters of Revenge, that has a double
Pleasure in't.

_Blunt._ Well said. You hear, little one, how you are condemn'd by
publick Vote to the Bed within, there's no resisting your Destiny,
Sweetheart.
[Pulls her.

_Flor._ Stay, Sir, I have seen you with _Belvile_, an _English_
Cavalier, for his sake use me kindly; you know how, Sir.

_Blunt._ _Belvile_! why, yes, Sweeting, we do know _Belvile_, and wish
he were with us now, he's a Cormorant at Whore and Bacon, he'd have a
Limb or two of thee, my Virgin Pullet: but 'tis no matter, we'll leave
him the Bones to pick.

_Flor._ Sir, if you have any Esteem for that _Belvile_, I conjure you to
treat me with more Gentleness; he'll thank you for the Justice.

_Fred._ Hark ye, _Blunt_, I doubt we are mistaken in this matter.

_Flor._ Sir, If you find me not worth _Belvile's_ Care, use me as you
please; and that you may think I merit better treatment than you
threaten-- pray take this Present--
[Gives him a Ring: He looks on it.

_Blunt._ Hum-- A Diamond! why, 'tis a wonderful Virtue now that lies in
this